4 acessos
There's naught but care on every hand
In ever hour that passes, O
What signifies the life of man
If it were not for the lassies, O
Chorus
Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, O
And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O
Chorus
Give me a cannie hour at e'en
My arms around me dearie, O
The wisest man the world e'er saw
He dearly loved the lassies, O
Chorus
Old nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her apprentice hand she tried on man
And then she made the lassies, O
Chorus
Green grow the rushes
Green grow the rushes